The Bad Boy Likes Me?

Chapter 25: "You're in love with him,"

My head was throbbing in immense pain.

I woke up groggily feeling weak and uncomfortable. I suddenly forced my eyes open remembering parts of what had happened last night. Shuddering with panic I tried to move my body hastily but I felt constricted.

Why couldn't I move?!

Looking down I realised that I was sat in a chair, still in my clothes from yesterday, with my arms and legs bounded tightly with rope. My head whipped around to stare at the unknown room that I was in.

It looked like a basement with dark walls, the only light seeping through was from the small window behind me and from beneath the door in front of me. It dawned on me that I must have been here all night. It was completely silent apart from my heavy breathing.

As the sheer panic built up I shivered in fear as I wondered what was going on.

"Rise and shine sweetheart,"

I froze upon hearing the door open and the deep voice that I had heard last night. Slowly looking up towards the door in front of me, there stood the blonde man who had me in his arms. Realisation dawned on me that this was Rick. The same Rick who had approached Nixon about drug dealing and to this day had him kept prisoner to it.

My throat was dry and I couldn't find any words to say out of fear. I knew that this man was dangerous, he even looked the part. He appeared to be in his late twenties with a burly figure, both arms covered in tattoo sleeves. Wearing nothing but a pair of black slacks and a white wife beater he had his arms crossed against his chest, looking ready to pounce at me at any second.

He had a wide smirk on his face whilst staring at me. "So you're Ford's girl huh?" As he approached me I flinched which caused him to grin. Walking around me he wolf whistled and continued. "I can see why he likes you. You're cute,"

I squirmed in my seat feeling him undressing me with his stare. It all finally made sense to me. Stacey was connected to Rick through the gang so that's how she set me up. I now realised why she was so keen on getting me to drink. She had spiked it.

But why? I knew that she hated me but planning a kidnap? A single tear made its way down my face which was followed by many more. It didn't take long until I let out a full on sob. I didn't know what their intention with me was but I couldn't help and assume the worst.

I wanted to go home.

I wanted Nixon.

Rick bent down and placed his hands on either side of my face to hold my head in place. My brown eyes were forced to stare into his dark green. His hands felt rough on my skin and he used his thumbs to wipe away my tears as I tried my hardest to get out of his grip. But he was too strong.

"Shh. A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be crying," He was so close to me that his breath fanned my face which made me shiver with goosebumps.

I tried to get my emotions under control but I couldn't. I was suddenly met with a hard slap on my right cheek that left my skin stinging like hell. I was pretty sure that it was red and maybe bruised. The noise was so loud that it echoed within the room. I would have cried in pain but I was in too much shock.

"Rick don't,"

The new voice made my head perk up towards the door ignoring the pain that I was now feeling.

Stacey.

I finally found my voice as I felt rage seeing her face. "Why are you doing this to me?!" I shouted at her in between a sob.

Another slap. My right cheek was now throbbing in unbearable pain.

"Rick!"

"What?" He growled in frustration. "This was your plan right? You wanted to teach her a lesson, rough her around a little bit. Don't go soft on me now Bennett,"